Phocus - Moodswings [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:Phocus]
Y'all better catch me on a good day cause lately yo I'm getting angry fast
Like a reflex I'm taking deep breaths with heat blasts
My rappin' gonna blow for me to show they don't believe
That when I flow and I mean business cause this business is mean
It seems, in the streets expecting me to take crap
And give a sucker a half a pound and he's not even in my weight class
But I won't fake track, I'm real with it, if I ain't feelin' it
I wipe my ass with contracts to show you that a deal ain't shit
Cuz I'm a hungry cat that rather stick to fasting
Y'all overrated pussies like the bitches in Maxim
Cats are advertising clothes and flows so they can purchase
Cuz they ain't commercial MCs man they just commercials
You know what's worse is that the underground's confused
Hatin' Cats is gettin' paid cuz they sick of paying dues
But to chose between the two either stay in underground
Or your the pro that made the dough off of that cookie cutter sound

[Chorus]
I'm having Moodswings (x6)
It's either money or respect I'm trapped between the two things
(Repeat)

[Verse 2:Supastition]
Now opportunity knocks but should I walk through the double doors
My pride and respect's caught up in a tug of war
Should I sign with a check or french kiss my freedom goodbye
Nobody wants to be a broke MC and neither do I
For years I always loved spittin' embarrassing topics
Trying to be a lyricist and thinking "Who cares if it profits?"
But the opposite is what everyone else thought
Telling me I'm crazy for selling myself short
It's the reoccurring moodswings
Affecting my life dreams
My mind switch is like mood rings when I write things
So yo I'm trying to find the perfect balance the median
I'm not trying to be the laughing stock of Rap's Talented Comedian
Cuz I don't wanna belly-flop in the mainstream
But the rap shit don't offer me the same things
Should I decide to snatch my little respect and bounce
Or crossover cuz it benefits my check account

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:Phocus]
I thought i said that I'm the most venomous
Pessimist flow wretched
The one that kidnapped your inner child and molested it
You spent a fucking ransom on the plants for your flat sound
Drowning out your set free styling in the background
I might snap and let poisonous darts hit you
Shit on your fucking chin and wipe my ass with your scar tissue
Because I'm sick to death of rappers frontin'
Though they cannot back it up and so they cats is runnin'
Something sicker than emission into FM dials
With pedophiles are making cake
Moving bodies like a snake
Its foul
But y'all create the atmosphere what that tells
So perverts and gangster fakes now oculate the shelves
My fan base consists of not one single person
I don't feel my own shit not one single verse
So if you thought I give you love cuz your record's gettin' spins
And all you spit is whack bitch you better think again

[Verse 4:Supastition]
Even if I never see a prophet I remain focus
I can't stop I feel the pain of a chain smoker
I stay true to my roots call me insane hopeless
I'm sick of chasing these lame labels the games over
I can't relax seeing major cats signing acts
Knowing they they not as dope as me, Muneshine, and Raks
Oh pardon me I'm infamous for saying rude things
I can't be held accountable so blame it on the moodswings

[Chorus] (x2)